9 years, 2 months and 5 days passed by so very quickly. Thanks to my big boy, I met my closest friends. He structured my daily life. He deserved the name Superdog like nobody else. Superdogs real name was actually Karlsson. I love that name. And if you knew him, you would realize just how perfect that name was for him. How perfect he was. He could smile, you know. I can count on ten fingers how often he barked and I need even less fingers to count how often he got into a fight. He wanted to be pet by everybody. If you would give in, he would throw himself at your feet, open up his legs so you could reach his belly. Or he would push himself through your legs, so you would be able to scratch his back. He could never get enough. He could also not get enough of water. Of ice cream (vanilla in a cup). Or his own bags. He loved carrying things. I loved the smell of his paws and of his ears. There is a little bald spot right where the ears start. I cannot tell you how often I just inhaled that smell. Even more so the last weeks. I wanted to inhale every smell of him. Remember how he felt and looked like.
After 9 years, 2 months and 5 days our home is empty now. I lost my trusted companion and right now I feel lost.